Uninhabited, two tents.

People say that drunk people are dead.

The words are true.

With two bottles of roasted knives and a little bit of wine and food, Si Sheng poured Ling Xize very hard and helped him to rest in the tent, which made Si Sheng sweat all over.

"After entering the tent, put on a sleeping bag, do you know?"

After pulling the tent open, Si Sheng squatted on the ground and advised Ling Xize a little worriedly.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert area is large. Even at the end of April, the lowest temperature can reach below zero. That night, the temperature is four or five degrees, and wearing a suit does not keep warm at all.

Ling Xize pressed his eyebrows, his head was dizzy, and he pulled Si Sheng and asked, "Why are you not drunk?"

"I will never fall into a thousand cups." Si Sheng lied and did not write drafts. After replying, he realized that he was abducted and taught him a lesson, "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yeah, go into the tent and put on a sleeping bag."

Ling Xize nodded.

Seeing that he was obedient, Si Sheng touched his frozen ears and said, "Go."

"No." Ling Xize pulled her and refused to let her go, "I want to be with you."

"It's cold."

Si Sheng complained and pushed him into the tent.

As a result, after he entered half of his body, he put Si Sheng into the tent with his arm strength.

“Not cold.”

His hands touched her forehead, and his fingers were thick and rough, and they were a little tingling.

It was dark and he showed Si Sheng his hand, "I'm sweating."

“…”

You are not tired of moving!

Si Sheng was self-inflicted, and was shaking by the cold wind, and he hurried, and hugged in his arms to coax him, "Ling Xize, do you listen to me?"

"listen."

"Then put on your sleeping bag and sleep well." Si Sheng broke up with him in a collapse.

“Can’t sleep.”

"How can you sleep?"

"Kiss."

His breath is very clear, slightly cool, hot, and a bit of wine.

Si Sheng was weak when drinking, and he felt drunk too close to him. When he settled him out of the tent, his cheeks were burning and hot. Just using his fingers to sense the temperature, he could imagine that his skin was so red that he could drip blood.

After getting back to his tent, Si Sheng tossed and turned for a while before calming down.

She shrank in her sleeping bag, and she was completely sleepy.

The fingers covered her lips unconsciously, and Si Sheng felt unwilling and unhappy about being eaten tofu, but her heart was thumping, reminding her that it seemed that was not the case.

He opened his eyes and his mind was full of him.

Second half of the night.

Si Sheng gradually became sleepy.

But the friction sound of fingers scratching the fabric sounded in my ears.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and even at night, the light is bright.

In a trance, Si Sheng opened his eyes and saw the shadows thrown on the tent. She was stunned, and half of her body broke out of her sleeping bag and pulled the tent open.

Suddenly, he saw Ling Xize leaning forward to make noise squat down, maintaining the same height as her.

"what?"

The temperature outside was quite cold, and Si Sheng was disturbed by sleeping again, and he was a little irritable.

The soft moonlight fell on Ling Xize, coated with a layer of silver light, and a faint circle of light. His eyebrows and eyes were cage in the shadow, a little drunk and affectionate. When you look at it, you will get drunk.

For a moment, Si Sheng was completely in a state of emotion and the deer collided.

Little did she know that she suddenly emerged from the tent, and in the silver light that was as beautiful as a dark night fairy, making people breathe absent.

Ling Xize, who had come to her tent in a daze, woke up a little, and for a few seconds, realizing where she was.

But he didn't want to leave.

Staring at Si Sheng's face quietly, then it fell on her slightly red and swollen lips. Ling Xize's voice was slightly hoarse, "I can't sleep."

"……oh."

Si Sheng changed his position, half-squatted, and put his hands on his knees.

But I don't know what to say.

After pausing for a while, Ling Xize said again: "I miss you."

His eyes were slightly brighter, and then he pretended to be calm. Si Sheng did not reveal the little joy too clearly, but instead said "Oh" lightly.

Little nervous, small cramped.

She avoided Ling Xize's gaze and glanced around. She accidentally noticed that Ling Xize was wearing a windbreaker, and her collar was still open, and she looked cold all over.

With her eyes rolling, she asked, “Aren’t you cold?”

I wanted to reach out to zip him, but after thinking about it, I held back again.

"cold."

Ling Xize answered truthfully.

With a frown, Si Sheng glared at him as if he had found an opportunity, "Then don't you zip it?"

Ling Xize wanted to laugh a little.

She looks so beautiful when she gets angry. A little bit of emotion can make people's hearts and souls disappear.

"It's too cold, my hands are not straight." Ling Xize stared at her and asked tentatively, "Would you help me?"

Si Sheng was a little arrogant, "Just once."

"Um."

Ling Xize nodded immediately.

Si Sheng looked at him, "Then you get up."

Ling Xize stood up as he spoke.

Looking up, Si Sheng got out of the tent, and the cold wind made her cold. She didn't want to go out to wear shoes, so she had to greet him, "Come here."

So Ling Xize walked over and was very close to her. When she lowered her head to zip him, the wind invaded from the side, blew her long hair like ink.

Ling Xize lowered her head slightly, and her jaw could touch her hair. It was soft and thin, and each strand was wrapped in silver light, as if it was brushing through the soft tip of her heart, making people feel palpitations.

"Sher—"

The zipper was quickly pulled out.

"It's OK." Si Sheng exhaled, and his breath turned into white mist, which was blown away by the wind in a blink of an eye. She looked up at him and reminded him, "Go to sleep."

Both of them were stupid.

What's the difference between going back to the tent to sleep and not zipping?

But at that time, I didn't realize it.

“Can’t sleep.”

That's the same thing again.

Si Sheng thought of the experience a few hours ago, and was both annoyed and shy, bent down and crawled back to the tent.

But two seconds later, she poked her head out again and told Ling Xize, "Go to bed!"

Ling Xize did not walk back, but sat down outside the tent. Through the open tent curtain, his pupils were pitch black but shining with light.

He asked, "Cha?

Sitting in the tent, Si Sheng wrapped his hands around his knees, put his lower jaw on his knees, turned his head to look at him sitting outside, "What are you talking about?"

You can talk about any topic.

They will never have endless topics to talk about.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Si Sheng was frozen and felt sorry for him sitting outside, so somehow he invited him in.

There was a single tent, and the two were a little crowded. Si Sheng wanted to wait for Ling Xize to fall asleep before going to the next door, but this man couldn't sleep after being drunk. He finally waited for him to fall asleep. When there was a little movement, he woke up again.

Si Sheng was so troubled by him that he simply wanted to be reserved. He yawned and found the sleeping bag from his tent, squeezed into the same tent with him, and made do with him for one night.
To be continued...